Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 194
"Fuck you, are you still filming?"

"Kill this bitch!"

"Hit him!"

Several young men rushed out of Anbenzhai's door. Brother Jie put away his mobile phone, jumped over the railing like a monkey, and ran to the other side of the road.

"Zhi'er...dong..."

The brakes made a squeaking sound, and there was chaos on the road. Several drivers stuck their heads out and greeted Jie Ge's female family members.

Pedestrians on the street glanced sideways, watching the excitement.

The more people there were, the more courageous Brother Jie became. He stopped and hooked his hand towards the opposite side, "Come... come here!"

Several spirited young men gritted their teeth angrily, but did not dare to chase after him: there were too many people watching on the street, and many of them picked up their mobile phones, preparing to take pictures and post them on their WeChat Moments.

Brother Jie became more and more proud, zooming out and taking pictures of the scene in the store: seven or eight clerks, some closing the windows, and some drawing the curtains.

Immediately, a few more Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the door, and at the same time several young people came out of the store, all holding black umbrellas, covering the door tightly.

I only know that some people got out of the car and some people entered the store. There were quite a few people, at least seven or eight people, but nothing could be photographed at all.

Just as I was jumping to my feet in a hurry, I heard another crash: An Benzhai pulled down the rolling shutter.

Taking a closer look, there is a piece of paper taped to the door: Closed!
Haha, closed?

"Lee Anzhi is awesome..."

He roared at the top of his lungs, clicked the shutter a few times, and then sent it to the live broadcast room together with the photos he had taken before.

"Is Abenzhai closed?"

"What should I do if it doesn't matter? Wait for local internet celebrities to form a group to check in?"

"Right!"

"Good guy, you ran so fast... and you even used an umbrella to cover yourself. Is this what you learned from Oppai?"

"The formation is quite large and there are quite a lot of people. I guess these people are quite powerful."

"It should be An Benzhai's boss and shareholder."

"I guess...but it's been so long, why didn't An Benzhai call the police?"

"I don't know. Anyway, 'Shengjing Collection' didn't call the police, and it's also closed."

"Shengjing's collection is not as many as An Benzhai's, only eighty or ninety pieces."

"Is this a question of whether there is too much or not? Listen to what Li Anzhi said: Shengjing has nearly a hundred collections, and only five are genuine... If I were the boss, I would kill Li Anzhi..."

"So it's quite strange: Seeing that Li Anzhi's business was about to be ruined, these two families didn't come out to explain first, but instead closed the door... Doesn't this amount to acquiescence?"

"It's not acquiescence, but a guilty conscience. Because the common phenomenon in the antique industry is that there are more fakes than real ones, so even if you want to call the police, you have to pick out the parts that are too fake first..."

"But it's too long?"

"Is it possible... I mean maybe Ang: Li Anzhi was right, there were only fifteen pieces, so An Benzhai didn't dare to call the police?"

"Don't be kidding. Including An Benzai, how many antiques did he look at before and after? Nearly three hundred pieces, and it only took an hour. Is it possible?"

"It's only two companies, so what's three hundred items? If you don't notice, he's already talking about 'Changbai Mountain Discussing Swords'?"

"Isn't this an auction company? There is no physical sales store. Where can he go to see it?"

"Of course, I looked at the previous auction videos and albums. What he just talked about was the company's collection this spring. A total of 65 items were sold. Li Anzhi said that only [-] items were real."

"The [-]% authenticity rate is quite high, isn't it?"

"Tall fart, look clearly: this is not an antique shop, but an auction company... Just imagine what would happen if the photographer saw this video? Of course, he would ask the Changbaishan Auction Company to return the goods! Imagine again, who will return the goods in the future? Dare you take pictures of this company’s stuff?”

"Haha, look, Li Anzhi is starting to talk about the second scene: last year's winter shooting in Changbai Mountain..."

"Let me go, this is more than just poking a hornet's nest, he is going to destroy Shenyang... no, he is going to bring down the entire Northeast antiques and collection industry?"

"Li Anzhi is really awesome this time!"

"You're so awesome? Just wait to go to jail..."

"So, I really can't figure it out: Where did he get the confidence, and how could he dare?"

"God knows?"

Not to mention netizens, even those who know him well, including professors and teachers at Peking University, researchers at the Forbidden City and the National Museum of China, few have figured it out: taking such a big risk just for the pleasure of the moment is worth it. ?
If he didn't get one thing right, he would have to go to court.

Therefore, endure the calm for a while and take a step back to open up the world!
But Li Ding'an said: I'm sorry, I can't bear it!

Now it has nothing to do with the previous doubts and abuses.But from the moment he saw those threatening text messages and the ID numbers, detailed addresses and workplaces of his grandparents, father and mother, he was already destined that this matter could not go well.

Since I can’t afford it, I’ll flip the table!

……

An Ben Zhai!
On the first floor, eight experts have a clear division of labor. Some look at porcelain, some look at calligraphy and paintings, and some look at coins, ancient jades, and miscellaneous items.

Behind each person are two assistants, one delivering tools and the other responsible for recording and taking photos.

An old man stood at the top of the stairs with his hands behind his back, a look of evil on his face.

After leaning a little, a young man came over with a mobile phone: "Dad, someone called again and said they wanted to return the product!"

"How much?"

"42 cases, just over 1000 million!" "Call the police, hold the person down first, don't let him escape!" The old man gritted his teeth, "Don't look for anyone, just call 110!"

"Ah...how to report?"

"Idiot, just say that someone is spreading rumors to cause trouble and maliciously slandering... He lives in the Golden Shield Hotel of the Public Security Department!"

……

Changbaishan Pawn Auction Co., Ltd.!
The company is quite big, with five floors.

There were quite a lot of people, but now it was a mess.

The sales department kept getting calls one after another, all of them cursing about returns.

Several archivists kept moving information to the conference room non-stop. The appraiser from the evaluation department frowned and made comparisons while watching Li Ding'an's live video.

Accountants and financial staff are checking bills and calculating losses, while the legal department and temporarily hired lawyers are checking legal terms and preparing to draft a complaint.

In the chairman's office on the top floor, the vice president walked in: "Director Wang, An Benzhai has called the police."

"Lao Che is very smart! Let's report it too... Just call Director Yang directly..."

"Ok!"

The vice president nodded and walked to the side to make a phone call. Someone knocked on the door again: "Director Wang, our live broadcast is over!"

He paused subconsciously: "How much did you say?"

"This year's spring auction and last year's winter auction...the two auctions totaled 89 items. He said that there were only [-] genuine items, [-] of which were from our own collection."

“How much money is involved?”

The secretary looked at the folder: "The commission collected was 210 million yuan, and the company's collection was sold for 380 million yuan!"

"Six million yuan, half a year's profit, just gone?"

Director Wang said "ha", "Where's Li Anzhi? It's off the air?"

"It's still on the air, and the one being aired now is BESTORE... there are quite a few fakes!"

"Did Liangpinfang offend him too?"

"Absolutely not..." The vice president came over after making a phone call, "I met with Zeng Jinguang yesterday. He said that Zhang Daqian's painting cost a full 4000 million. Fortunately, the seller got back a penny. So for Thanks to this guy, their big boss personally arranged it: he can choose anything in the store..."

"I remember that BESTORE's headquarters is in the capital?"

"Yes, it is very powerful. It involves collection, auction, appraisal, and the production of antique porcelain. It also has a cultural relics research center that cooperates with the State Administration of Cultural Heritage... Their appraisers are all retired from national cultural and archaeological institutions. Professor, old leader..."

Director Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Haha... 600 million is nothing?"

……

Capital, Siheshangyuan!
The coffee table was littered with cups and plates, and Li Ding'an's live broadcast was projected on the large TV screen.

The two women were leaning on the sofa, laughing and gloating.

"Mr. Feng, look, An Ben Zhai is closed?"

"Shengjing Collection is also closed!"

"The door to Changbai Mountain is not closed... It's a pity that no one dares to live broadcast at the door!"

"Definitely, this company not only auctions, but also does mortgages and small loans..."

"Haha... Then Li Ding'an is not afraid of retaliation?"

"The Anti-Smuggling Bureau is not a vegetarian, there must be someone protecting him. This kid is such a thief, he must know..."

"Not only is he a thief, but he is also petty-minded!"

"If you are not young and energetic, how can you be called a young man... So maybe his next family will talk about the Shenyang Forbidden City!"

"It's indeed possible: this is a docile donkey, so stubborn..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Qu Yanan's eyes widened: Didn't he say that the next one was the Shenyang Forbidden City? What is this?
On the screen, the plaque of BESTINFORM appeared.

"Next let's look at this one, BESTORE... it's not a time-honored brand, but it's very powerful: in less than ten years, branches have opened in first-tier cities across the country, and it has its own research center in the capital..."

"I only visited two halls, so I only talked about porcelain and calligraphy and painting. But in order to save time, I won't talk about them one by one. I will mark them for you first to avoid being fooled. When I have time in the future, I will We will make a few videos to explain it, and they will be posted on Mr. Zheng’s account at that time. If you are interested, you can take a look.”

With that said, Li Ding'an picked up the pen and started to click on the screen. Every time he clicked, a red dot would appear under the object, which also meant that this item was fake.

Qu Yanan jumped up angrily: "He's crazy... No, he's already crazy... What is he going to do? We didn't offend him?"

Feng Youran said nothing, staring at the screen, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Likewise, Qu Yanan's eyes opened wider and wider, with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

There’s a reason why BESTORE’s business can be so big.Just like the company's collection, in addition to appraisers and appraisers, Qu Yanan will also look at it, and Feng Youran will look at it personally.So I can’t say that I remember everything clearly, but at least I have an impression of most of them.

Just like now, Li Ding'an's writing was flying, and he ordered more than ten items in the blink of an eye. More than half of them, both of them remembered: It's not a high imitation, there's something wrong with it...

What does Li Ding'an want to do?
In the past two days, Zeng Jinguang and his people were busy going about their business without saying anything. They even promised to give him a collection and let him choose whatever he wanted. Did he forget it?
Besides, BESTORE didn't provoke him... Is this bastard crazy?

After a pause, Feng Youran frowned: It seems that he has really provoked...

　I feel like the writing was a bit delayed and I deleted part of it, so this chapter is a bit short, so I apologize.

　　Will definitely make it up tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)